Robbie Kay/Peter Pan/Tommy Clarke Imagines

Pan- Welcome To Neverland

You looked around in shock. Waves lapped at your feet, and the sand easily came off of your body as you stood up.

"Where am I?" You asked. Nobody replied. "Hello? Is anybody here? Anybody?"

A twig snapped from a few feet away. "Who's there?" You exclaimed, picking up a tree branch to use as a weapon.

"You're, you're a girl?" a boys voice asked incredulously.

"Yeah, I am. You got a problem with that?" you spat.

Out of the shadows, a boy looking about your ages in green clothing with brown hair and green eyes, came forward. "How did you get here?" he asked.

You could place the accent then. British. "I don't know, the last I remember is a black thing with glowing eyes taking me away from that wretched foster home."

"You...well then." the boy said with a smile smile.

"Can you tell me where I am? And who you are?" You asked. "I'm y/n and I'm confused."

"Oh, did I forget to introduce myself? I'm Peter, Peter Pan. And welcome to Neverland."